Or, just hear me out—you could throw the whole thing away and try to never think about the maggots again.

But…why did she do it?

As somebody who goes to Juarez several times per week and has also traveled extensively throughout Mexico, cartel violence typically does not reach the average tourist, just like how people who go to New York are unlikely to actually see the mob. I have experienced more hassle from police than gangs, and even that is usually a cursory questioning and pocket check for drugs.

15 years ago, there were some cities that were in the middle of organized crime wars, and sometimes things spilled over into public where civilians could get hurt. This created a lot of heat for the cartels, and more recently they have mostly been operating under the radar or in remote neighborhoods again.

The bigger risk than violence is kidnapping, but even that doesn’t tend to get aimed at the tourist population due to the international backlash it would cause.

If you keep your wits about you, travel in Ubers that you order rather than unmarked cabs, and don’t accept drinks from strangers, then Mexico can be a wonderful adventure. The Mexican people have been mostly extremely good to me, and I refuse to cut them off as dangerous just because the news tries to tell me so.

I tried it. Basically all the time. Turned out to be a nightmare pretty quick. Don’t recommend unless you have exceptional communication skills and a lot of self confidence.

But why did your parents have an underground Radon cavern?

As a kid, I would see hundreds of them around bushes and trees. Now I see one or two per summer.

But that’s all gods plan, right?

Y’all are horrifying. That’s all I came here to say.

Yeah, there isn’t even a need to move if you are American. Just start a religion based on your immortality, run for elected office, and then the whole system will be so confused that they’ll let you thrive as an immortal deity forever.

That’s why people smoke it. You can feel how high you are with each puff and can control it easily.

Weed may be strong, but it isn’t fentanyl. One toke over the line is not the danger zone—even less so than one alcohol shot over the line.

Honestly, I’m struggling right now. Spent my 20’s waiting for something to happen that never did. Decided to change my life in my 30’s, and while I am a lot happier and more honest with myself in a lot of ways, I have also alienated people who were close to me by adopting new interests that they don’t share.

I try to meet new people, but it’s hard. The ones out socializing tend to be much younger or older than me, and the ones my age are having kids and stuff.

It has been really hard to find a balance between building the life I want to live, and not having changes isolate me to the point of loneliness.

If my wife goes, I may just have to cut everyone off and start fresh, but that terrifies me.

So, with all that, I guess I’m proud that I’m still trying and haven’t just given up completely and moved back in with mom like some of my contemporaries have.

I work in healthcare. My best patient is the guy who punched the rudest doctor in the face. If that rude doctor were in this thread, I bet he’d pick that guy.

My parents and their friends are still continuing to believe them, business as usual. Boomer’s gonna boom.

On DB0, we get both sides. It makes for a pretty interesting experience. I haven’t felt a need to actually block anybody.

I’ve always wanted a human skull. I collect oddities, and it is a holy grail item for me. I have told my wife that I want my hand and skull handled by a master articulator that I know, so that I might live on as an occult tool.

My skull would be an ethically sourced skull whenever somebody buys me. Freaks like me are out there. And we give bomb head.

I’m feeling this way about a lot of people in my life right now. In my opinion, it is a combination of a splintering pop culture (we aren’t all following the same things), splintering foundations of identity (even facts seem to be subjective these days), and simply being overwhelmed.

Most media is selling doom these days, and the source of that doom is completely contradictory based on who is selling it. If you want to talk about something serious, you inevitably wind up parroting your sources, or eliciting others to parrot theirs. The more you dig, the worse things get, until the argument feels personal.

Under those conditions, subjects like sports seem like a safe option that is unlikely to expose a raw nerve.

I’m not sure I understand why turning it into a business was the next step unless it was 1999. That market was saturated almost immediately. The web hosting may have had some potential, I guess.

It sounds more like you fell into exactly the situation that these laws are designed for—you had a big hobby, thought that made it a business, didn’t have a plan to make real money with it, and inadvertently may have committed some light tax evasion if you claimed anything as an expense. Hence, audited.

An audit isn’t an accusation of guilt, it’s an investigation into unusual or unorganized practices, which is exactly what you described doing.

It doesn’t matter—you can use it with your drug dealer, which is what you probably wanted anyway.

The government should consider printing some sort of paper voucher as a representation of money to be used in instances such as this. /s

There is a difference between not paying attention and not registering memories. Millions of people operate cars a little zoned out every day. With both hands on the wheel and a decent level of experience, your muscle memory and natural reactions will operate the vehicle adequately.

Zoning out a little on the road does not equal distracted driving like text messaging, loud kids, or fiddling with screen controls. Your mind is still focused on the task, even if you aren’t registering memories about it.

Watchtower may be what you’re looking for.